Текст песни Praise the Stench (..Of Your Fallen Idols) - Shokran

Praise the Stench (..Of Your Fallen Idols)

Death rises upon the fertilized fields\nThe hand of the Maker destroys all your relics\nSo when you come in fame, your people praise the stench\nTheir fate collapses to elevate your name\nNo way to the light!\nA treacherous punishment offends the heavens\nYou once again accepted the path which you shouldn’t stick\n(The path which you shouldn’t stick\n'Cause it will lead you right to the death)\nYour symbols turn to ashes — their strength is worthlessness\nThe waiting is over — it’s time to begin\nThen you chose to follow serpent’s tongue\nCold and venomous sting which pricked again\nHave you ever recognized the lies in your own words?\n(In your own words)\nTemples will hail the sacrifices\nYou treat them like an idols, respecting them\nBut we’re here to mutilate and to waste\nIf the sons of our land continue to live like slaves\nTime can not change the course of every deed that you have done\nBut we’ve given to you the last chance to improve yourself\nSo praise the stench of your fallen idols\nThey are delighted when you are despised\nYou are the one who will never be prized\nYou’re left alone, watching the burned horizon